Hans said to his friend Kurt, ‘I'm going to take my car and drive to London.’
Kurt said, ‘Driving to London is very difficult. You aren't going to find your hotel.’
But Hans was not afraid. He drove to Calais, put his car on the ship, took it off at Dover, and drove to London.
He stopped near the city and looked at his map. Then he drove into London, but he didn't find his hotel. He drove round and round for an hour, and then he stopped and got out of his car. A taxi came, and Hans stopped it. ‘Take me to the Brussels hotel,’ he said. But he didn't get into the taxi: he got back into his car. The taxi man laughed, but then he drove to the Brussels Hotel, and Hans followed him in his car. They'd reached the hotel in two minutes.
